[Verse] In the hush of this old chapel, shadows dance on stone, Whispers of a weary heart, carried soft and low. Keys beneath her fingertips, like a gentle prayer, Breathing life into the silence, lifting up despair. [Pre-Chorus] Feel it rise, feel it grow, From the deep, where the soul flows. [Chorus] Oh, the organ’s cry, it’s a tender fire, Warming up the cold and the tired choir. Every note, like a sacred breath, Bringing life to the faithful, chasing death. Oh, the organ’s cry, hear it call, Lifting up the broken, healing all. [Verse] Through the smoky air, the melody takes flight, Two voices weaving harmony in the fading light. Grainy tones and gospel soul, wrapped in velvet sound, In this holy space, where grace is found. [Pre-Chorus] Feel it rise, feel it grow, From the deep, where the soul flows. [Chorus] Oh, the organ’s cry, it’s a tender fire, Warming up the cold and the tired choir. Every note, like a sacred breath, Bringing life to the faithful, chasing death. Oh, the organ’s cry, hear it call, Lifting up the broken, healing all. [Bridge] In the breath between the keys, Where the heart finds ease, We’re rising on the sound, Sacred and profound. [Chorus] Oh, the organ’s cry, it’s a tender fire, Warming up the cold and the tired choir. Every note, like a sacred breath, Bringing life to the faithful, chasing death. Oh, the organ’s cry, hear it call, Lifting up the broken, healing all. [Outro] Breathin’ deep, breathin’ low, In the organ’s glow. Breathin’ deep, breathin’ low, Let the spirit flow.